I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

I folded my clothes and lay on the bed, looking at the corner, where there was a cobweb wrapped in a shriveled dead moth.

A shoe was hanging loosely on my toe. I don't know how long it had been, but it couldn't fall off.

I felt nothing but frustration.

Frustration is not unknown on Earth.I hit a wall when I started my business, and I was picked up by a girl. Whenever I felt a little useless, my brothers and I would carry two boxes of beer to the rooftop and play the country with our mobile phones.The next day, he vomited the boy's sorrow and his own stomach into the sewer. It was time to go to school and go to work.

But here, the frustration is all too real.It hurt like a load of bricks, hitting my head one by one, slapping out my eyeballs, making me unable to lift my head anymore.

At last I understood what kind of torrent it was that carried me into the sea.

I dreamed of being a bank, but not even a rock.What am I?I'm just a piece of rotten kelp drifting with the tide.

Mr. Zhao was extremely clever, but he still couldn't resist, and simply ran away from this world.

Where should I escape?

I don't have the courage to die, and I have concerns about running, so it seems that I have to be a salted fish.

These days I closed the door and ate and slept, slept and ate, the skylight moved through the window on the white wall, the shadow of the dead moth stretched from a spindle into a sharp sword, and finally shrank into a point, returning to darkness.

A day is as long as a hundred years, full of dust and sand, and so short that the eyelids blink, and it will be dark when it is dark.

Zhuan'er is very interested in fighting, I dare not prevent him from making contributions, so I sent him to hang out with Qin Heng.After what happened last time, Manjusri lost his heart, and never went to Zheshou Brigade again. Not only did he not go to Zheshou Brigade, but he didn't even leave the door very much. He just happened to stay at home with me.

Shen Shiwei came to see me once.

As soon as I heard his voice outside the door, I slipped out of bed and turned over the courtyard wall with my shoes on.Shen Zhiwei fought with me in the house and refused to leave, and I leaned against the wall in the back alley.It seemed that I could feel the heat from his body even through the wall, and it seemed that I would always be separated from him by the wall, until a messenger came to look for him, and then I turned back.

Except for Shen Shiwei, no one else came to see me, and I didn't want to see them either.

It seems that there are only "them" in this world, where can I find "us"?

I was wondering what was going on in Chen Fang's mind when Manjusri knocked on the door.

He said through the door: "Master, Mr. Wan, please come to the banquet."

In the past few days, I have been relying on Manjusri slaves to inform me of the news in the city: the fire is extinguished; the city of Manzi is broken;

After he finished speaking, he still refused to leave, leaving a black silhouette on the window paper, waiting for me to continue asking.

But I don't want to ask at all.

What can I ask?It's nothing more than corpses piled up in Pingcheng, nothing more than birds carrying human intestines, nothing more than the owner's dog eating human flesh, barking and having fun in the back alley.

These scenes were performed on the white powder wall in front of my eyes from morning to night, and I got tired of acting.

He is still like this today, before he can ask questions, he said to himself: "How long has it been since you went out? A few days ago, you could say that you were exhausted after retreating from the battlefield, and you might not be able to justify not showing up. Mr. Wan is also a good friend..."

I said, "You want to go? Then you go."

The black shadow on the door became thicker, as if it wanted to push the door in, but it disappeared after all.

Thinking of Manjushri, the pot of dog blood behind him is also tiresome.

When I heard Qin Heng confide the truth that day, I couldn't help it, and blurted out, "You're kidding me!"

But this chain of logic is impeccable.

For hundreds of years, Liuxu Sect has never encountered a wild person with "shijujin".And when the Xu family reached Qin Zhan's previous generation, there were only two people left, Shen Xiaoxuan and Xu Junxiu.How can a woman hide her pregnancy and childbirth?Besides, she was the wife in the backyard of the deep house, let alone Xu Junxiu passed away due to illness not long after giving birth to Qin Zhan.

There is only one murderer left.

I mumbled: "But Master Shen doesn't look like..."

Wen Shunu and Shen Zhiwei are about the same age, if it is really Shen Xiaoxuan's fault, no matter how long it takes, they will be cheating after marriage. #沉晓素的illegitimate child#, this can be listed on Weibo hot searches for at least ten days.

I have only been a fan of Lao Taishan for two days, and his senior brother exposed such a big scandal, I really don't know what expression to make.

Qin Heng hesitated to speak: "Your uncle's temperament was different when he was young, and besides...he was a god of wind, and he was better than your junior brother Shen now." He put on a serious face: "This matter must not be rumored! "

I hurriedly stood at attention: "Yes!"

Qin Heng sighed again: "No matter what the origin of this Manjushri slave is, he is always the blood of the Xu family and cannot be a servant. When there is a chance, let him make some achievements in the army so that he can be settle down."

There is no need for him to order. If Manjushri is really my brother-in-law, I am naturally embarrassed to order him, but if I fired him rashly, I would feel like I have no silver 300 taels here.

I couldn't think of a way at the time, and I'm too lazy to think about it now, so I still maintain the status quo.

The silhouette of the moth finally began to round, and another day passed.

Someone in the courtyard spoke, first Wanqi's clear and clear female voice, and then Manjushri's low begging.

Wan Qi, I didn't need to climb over the wall to hide, but after a while, she didn't look like she was going to leave, and came towards the door.

I had to sit up from the bed.

Wan Qi smiled brightly and said, "Brother Qin, why don't you light the lamp?" Pushing the door open, he entered.

She still looked so chic, and Manjushri followed behind him, dressed quite neatly, but she didn't know what to do, and her body was covered with blood that hadn't fully dried.

I was taken aback: "What's wrong with you?"

Manjusri was busy lighting up the lamp, and asked Wan Qi to sit down again, and said straightforwardly: "It's nothing, it's nothing." When he looked carefully, he saw blood splattered on his face, and the parts behind his ears were not wiped clean.

I saw that he was able to run and jump, so he was probably not injured, but he was fine, so I asked, "What's wrong?"

Wan Qi didn't mind my disheveled clothes, so he sat directly opposite me and answered for him: "Brother Qin is inconvenient to go to the banquet today, so he sent Manjusri to come. I saw him working hard, so I let him have a few drinks."

I called Manjusri, "If you want to go, you go", unexpectedly, this career fan really saved me.

Wan Qi has always been lustful, ever since she found out that Manjushri and I really had sex.When she talked about this passage, Manjusri was quite frightened, wanted to interrupt, but dared not, and stared at my face, his eyes were full of pleading.

Wan Qi smiled, and continued: "I haven't seen Brother Qin for a few days, and I miss you a lot. We got separated there, and I happened to visit you with Manjusri."

I couldn't laugh or cry in my heart, visiting me was the second priority, I was afraid that it was true that she wanted to stay with Manjushri for a while longer.

Unexpectedly, Wan Qi changed the subject and suddenly became serious: "Fortunately, I came back with Manjusri, if I let him go alone, it will be a bad thing."

Unexpectedly, they walked halfway and met a group of robbers.

Now there are rebels and Wen Ke in Guiyun City, and the situation is gradually stabilizing.But the fire burned many houses, there are still displaced people who need to deal with the aftermath, the law and order is still poor, and there are still sporadic robberies.

But this group of people is not only robbing, there is a warrior among them, who will kill people if they make a move.

I was startled and said: "Someone actually assassinated Mr. Wan?" All kinds of thoughts were spinning for a while.

Wan Qi and Wen Shunu looked at each other, Wen Shunu lowered his head, but Wan Qi leaned towards me: "Brother Qin, maybe I'm thinking too much...but the assassin doesn't seem to be targeting Wan."

It wasn't aimed at Wan Qi, who else could it be aimed at?

Seeing me stunned, she stood up and said, "I must come and tell Brother Qin about this today, how careful you are. It's a pity that I acted a little harder and didn't save anyone alive. I'm afraid that group of robbers won't find out what happened." Nodding to Manjushri: "Go take a bath and change clothes, this blood is not good."

I sent her out, and in order to live up to her instructions, I locked the door layer by layer.Manjushri followed behind me bloody and bloody, and didn't really go to change clothes.

I asked, "Is this the assassin's blood? Are you really not hurt?"

He sighed: "This is the blood of the cicada. Mr. Wan is not superhuman, so he only protected me in a hurry. The cicada... oh..."

I thought for a long time before I remembered who the cicada was.

Wan Qi's child molester is worth a lot of money, but he is a plaything after all.And Manjusri is my Qin Zhan, no matter how urgent or not, for the sake of favor, she will sacrifice her playthings to protect Manjusri for me.Just now she didn't say a word about her loss, she is really a good friend who is generous and righteous.

Just now when she asked Manjusri to take a bath, she was so gentle, she only thought that his body was bright red and dirty, as if he had never rolled lively in the cavity of the person next to her pillow.

My heart skipped a beat, but that layer of boredom filled my heart, and there was no wave after all.

There is nothing to be emotional about. Isn't that what "they" do?

Manjusri's face was blue and his lips were white. The weather was not cold, but he hugged his arm.

I looked at his thin body, he was just an ordinary handyman, who wanted to kill him?What good is killing him?

I suddenly became short of breath and felt cold.

"They" are people who do things like this.

Manjusri carefully avoided the blood on his body, lowered his head and said, "Master, I want to burn a few knives of paper for the cicada. Well, if I don't go today...why would anyone want to kill me?" Although he was shocked before, But he was still calm, when he suddenly remembered something, he panicked: "Master, someone is trying to harm you, right? You must be careful!"

What should I be careful about?

I smoothed my messy sleeping hair behind my ears: "Manjusri, I don't have time to take a shower, go change your clothes."

He hurriedly said: "Yes."

I said again: "Put your package on and bring some extra money, you and I will go out of the city."

An announcement:

After thinking about it, I decided to put this paragraph in the text, so that even TXT can be seen by people.

Recently, I encountered a bad thing that no one who writes an article wants to encounter.

Well, yes, I was plagiarized.

It's not a big deal, and the one who copied me was not an online essay, but a so-and-so university's essay solicitation. Although the plagiarist copied an excellent one, it shouldn't make much profit, and it won't cause any harm to me.To change the content of the essay, I probably just smile and forget it.

But the toad jumps up on the instep, and if it doesn't bite, it will kill the person.

This guy copied my article to participate in the 70th anniversary of the anti-fascist victory.

That's right, he changed the Nanjing Massacre with the famine murder clip, changed the martyr's sacrifice with the cannon fodder dog belt of the Heyi religion, and changed the anti-Japanese front with Xiao Shen to save Xiao Qin. battlefield.

Student Chen X from XX University in China, don’t you think there are gods looking up three feet?

I am a person who is particularly afraid of trouble and trouble.And I am a little worried that his article will be posted on the school's homepage, and his class and name will be included below. If I hang up, it will be equivalent to exposing his three-dimensional real body.

But it was really too responsive. I struggled with it for a long time, but I still couldn't swallow this breath.In addition, I was in the XQW tree hole before, and everyone also suggested that it is best to save a file in order to prevent a bite.

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